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EVERY INCH 3.

4.4k words, m!ghostface x f!reader

Every inch 🔪 Every inch 2 🔪 MASTERLIST

SUMMARY: Ghostface watches you and calls you. He gets bored, and one of your friends gets killed. You try to swear ghostface off, but he stalks you. You want revenge.

A/N: THANK YOU for all the love. Masked Ghostface, inspired by canon gfs & night walks. HC who you want. Enough recap in the first paragraph to read as a one shot.

WARNINGS: I8+ noncon p in v, exhibitionism, voyeurism, gun play, choking, degradation, slut shaming, drugs, creampie, noncon breeding, phone sex, masturbation, knife play, a modicum of canon-typical plot/violence. Gf calls himself daddy. DEAD DOVE. NO USE OF Y/N. Starts in GHOSTFACE POV.

You aren't doing yourself any favors by thinking about him every time you get off. You should get on tinder. Go on another date. Get a boyfriend. But there's too much now. You've got a video of him whimpering with his cock out after you had your way with him, and a picture of him with cum all over his robe a minute later. And then there's the mirror pic he took in your bathroom. He's behind you, holding you naked in front of him.  There's a look of arousal on your face, and you must be so ashamed, but you keep coming back to look at it every night. . .and you're not the only one. 

Ghostface air dropped it to himself right after he took the pic. You should really be more careful with your settings. And your blinds, and your curtains. But you don't wanna be more careful, do you?  You've got everything the cops could need to put him away. You even had his DNA, and you kept it to yourself. Allll to yourself. And you’d like to have more of it, wouldn't you? It's fascinating, really, how bad you want his cock. 

You haven't heard from him in weeks, but he still comes by every once in a while.  He sees your neighbor check in on you, and you keep looking at the time on your apple watch until he leaves.  He sees you try on your slutty Halloween costumes– your backside looks best in that tight ass nurse dress, but god damn, your tits in that pleather.  What a pretty pussy you are. Meow.  He sees you get dressed for bed, and just in time. 

You check your phone and glance out your bedroom window before you take out your vibrator.  Ghostface takes out his cock and lifts his mask to spit on it. This is his season, you know. You must think about him all the time. Every time you see one of those phony Stab costumes. Every time you carve a pumpkin.  He lets you get a head start building to your climax. God damn, you want that cock, and you do an awful job hiding it when you see the call from a restricted number.  You look at your phone, biting your lip, and let it ring for a few seconds before you wet your lips and answer it. But you don't say anything.  Ohh, playin’ hard to get, are ya?

Ghostface admires the stiffness of his cock in his hand and strokes it while he watches you try not to speak first.  It's quite the game of chicken–at least a full minute of silence. He breathes heavier as he strokes himself, and then he hears the buzz of your toy. 

"Mmm, good kitty."

"What do you want?" Your breathing is heavy, too. 

"Wanna know how bad ya want this cock."

"Is your cock all you think about?"

He breathes a laugh. "That'd make two of us, wouldn't it?" 

You scoff, still touching yourself, teasing your clit with your vibrator.  

"Yeah that's it," he pants, and you arch your back. "Come for daddy."  You come so fast it's pitiful. 

You're easy. Too easy. He's getting bored. 

You're a bad, bad girl, and he wants to find out how bad. You know, he's never much cared for your "friend" Marla. He suspects you don't either, based on the way you tense at her hug in the bookstore.

—-----you-------

A DILF cop comes by your house. Must be new to the force since you've never seen him. You're used to them checking on you. The COP asks if he can come in, probably trying to be thorough,  you think.  But he asks you to take a seat, and he sits down next to you on your sofa.  When he has trouble meeting your eyes, your pulse quickens. 

He knows. He must know somehow. He knows you're a sick fuck who has phone sex with ghostface and gets off to his dick pics every night. Maybe he even knows you fucked him. He might even know you forced him. You're blanking on excuses if they find the photos in your phone. The cop leans forward and his biceps strain the short sleeves of his tan uniform.  He wrings his large, veiny hands as he turns his head to look at you.  Finally, his big brown eyes meet your gaze, and he tells you, "He's back. Got a crime scene down the block"

The relief lasts about ten seconds, and then you don't have to feign your horror. The blood rushes from your head to your pounding heart. You foolishly thought his killing days might be behind him. 

"Officer. . ." 

"Call me Javi."

"How do you know it's him, Javi?" You challenge him. 

"You really wanna know?" He raises his eyebrows at you. 

"It's him, sweetheart." He puts a big, warm hand on your upper back, then slides it up to squeeze your shoulder. "Got someone who can stay with ya?"

You take a few seconds to answer, then whisper, “yeah.” 

"Well, if not . . . " he sighs and leans way back on the sofa to reach into his uniform pants for his wallet. "Got a pen?" 

He writes his personal number on a business card and leaves it with you.  As you let him out the front door, sirens are wailing. 

Later, you see the crime scene online. Marla isn't just dead, she's stabbed, slit, and bled dry. The water runs red in the fountain you pass every day on the way out of your neighborhood.  A needed reminder of the sicko you’re dealing with. 

Over the next few days, you delete the ghostface photos and the video. You get a call from a restricted number and don’t answer it. You get a text from an unsaved number: don’t tell me you thought I changed. 

You delete it. When you’re leaving the neighborhood one day, you spot Javi in an unmarked car. When you get to your destination, you text him “why are you following me?” 

Like a boomer, he calls you instead of texting back.  You don’t answer. Then he replies, “Why don’t you have company? You shouldn’t be alone.” 

You send back, “If I have company, will you leave me alone?”

“I can give you some space, sure. But I have a job to do.”

“And what’s that?”

“Keeping you safe.”

—--

You’re not going to let ghostface control your life. You don’t know what would happen if you ran into him now, and you try not to think about it, although you do find yourself going into the trash folder on your phone to look at what you deleted. You make plans to go out with friends. It’s the first weekend of October, and there’s a huge Halloween festival. You put on your nurse costume.

An hour before your friends arrive, your doorbell rings. You look at your app and it’s Javi. Well, this is awkward, you think as you finish pulling up your black, thigh-high fishnets. You answer the door and let Javi in, trying not to let your eyes linger on the way his arms stretch his sleeves. You decline to sit down. 

“Look, if you’re gonna go out, you should carry this,” he says, then looks you up and down and his gaze lingers on your cleavage. You clear your throat. He swallows and gives a subtle smile like yeah so what?  “Gonna wear a purse?” he asks. 

“Wasn’t planning on it.” You roll your eyes. 

You reluctantly change into the cat costume and wear a bat purse. You go out with your friends and everyone gets way too drunk. Your friend Sam gets in an altercation after a frat party, and your other friends have to restrain her and walk her home. You’re tired and you don’t want to deal with it. You insist you’ll be fine since you’re armed.  You decide to walk a couple blocks before you order your ride home so you can wait somewhere with more people around. 

—--ghostface—-

You filthy little slut. Are you enjoying yourself? Ignoring him, playing hard to get, acting like you’re not flattered, then teasing him, prancing around Woodsboro looking like a handjob costs $20. Walking alone through an alley – you really are a dumb bitch, aren’t you? 

Ghostface knows where you’re headed. He’s seen you take this route before, so he gets ahead of you and waits.  He’s vaping in the shadows behind a fire escape in the alley. When he hears the click of your slutty boots, he hits send: a dark alley? lmao. He hears the ding on your phone and the click of your heels slows down right before you reach the fire escape.  no point running, he sends. Then he brings the vape pen under his mask and sucks in a mouth full of smoke, and your phone illuminates your face and your eyes widen.

—--you—--

The alley smells like weed. You’re reading the texts when ghostace appears from behind the fire escape, coming at you with his robe flowing behind him.  He only has one glove on. His gloved hand grabs your throat and he pins you to the wall. You choke and gasp for air. He tilts his mask and a small amount of smoke billows out of the dark mesh at the top of his long, black mouth. He eases up on your throat only to move his hand to your jaw and tighten his grip, squeezing your cheeks to keep your mouth open as the smoke billows thicker and closer. His mask is only an inch from your mouth. You close your eyes and breathe in, and as he releases the smoke into your mouth, your clit throbs.  You've got butterflies in your chest, being close to him again. You cough. 

"Good girl," he says as he relaxes his grip on your jaw.  Then his knee nudges your purse out of the way and wedges your thighs open. 

“Bet ya miss me more than Marla, don’t ya?”

If only he wasn’t right. There’s a fire burning in the pit of your stomach just being close to him. But Javi will probably be here any minute, and you need to put up a fight so they won't be onto you. You abruptly knee ghostface in the groin. He grunts and falls backward only slightly. 

"Bad kitty." He takes you by the throat again as you try to fight back. “Bad, bad girl.” He hasn't brandished his knife, but you know he has it. You can't get your gun out quickly enough. You look at your phone and it flies out of your hand as Ghostface grabs your wrist. 

He lets go of you and picks your phone up off the ground, then walks away, robe trailing behind him as he disappears into the night.  

You try to follow him, but he loses you. The audacity–he shotguns you, gets you all riled up, takes your phone, and leaves you, just assuming you won’t do anything about it. Assuming you’ll chase him. You think about the fountain scene. You think about him leaving you. Rage eclipses your desire. If you see him, you might actually shoot him.  Now all you have is your metro card to get home, and luckily you’re close enough to the train station.  

–-

Scattered groups of drunk college students stumble around, bicker, and laugh. 

The train doors are open and you jog to make it in time, just barely squeezing in before the door closes behind you.  The car is full, but not packed. A Freddy Kruger makes room for you, and you stand with your hand braced on the pole. You get a message on your apple watch, meaning ghostface must be in bluetooth distance. 

always wanted to see you on the pole. 

You look behind you, and there he is, sitting at the back of the car.  You should run, but you’re gonna get your phone back at the very least. There’s too much damage he could do with what’s on it.  As the passengers finish unloading, you discreetly open your purse and put your hand on your gun, then set your sights on ghostface, who’s manspreading and sitting back.  The only other company in the back of the train car is a Michael Myers who looks to be passed out drunk. 

You take out the gun and turn the safety off as you approach ghostface in your slutty cat costume. He pulls back his head and cowers in an exaggerated oh, i’m scared move. He stays quiet, for once. 

“My phone,” you tell him. 

He looks around, pretending like he has no idea what you’re talking about. 

“Now,” you order and put your finger on the trigger. He takes a phone out of his pocket, but it’s not yours. 

“What the hell’s wrong with you,” you ask. The train jolts and you’re propelled onto him.  You brace yourself with your free hand on his strong shoulder, and when you feel his hard muscle, butterflies swarm to your core. If he isn’t going to offer up your phone, you’ll have to find it yourself.  You press the muzzle of the gun into his neck, through the fabric of his mask. He freezes. You reach under his robe and pat him down, finding nothing in the front pockets of his jeans. You should check his back pockets, but first you grab his crotch while you’re at it and laugh when he’s semi-hard. 

“Cock’s the only thing you’re good for, and this is what you’ve got for me?” His mask tilts down, watching you grope him.  You savor the feeling of control. “Worthless,” you spit.  Desire bubbles between your thighs as you feel him harden in your grip. Fuck it, you’re gonna take him one last time. You don’t want the last memory of all this to be him dominating you in your bathroom. You wanna go out on top. You fumble with his button and zipper with your free hand, then command, “Take it out.” 

He tilts his mask at you, then looks behind you as though seeing who’s around. 

“No one’s looking,” you mutter. “Stop fucking around.” You hold the gun to his neck and he urgently takes his hard cock out. You reach down for it. It’s thick and warm in your hand. “Don’t feel half as big as ya look on camera,” you tell him. “Pretty sad.” You spit in your hand and reach for his cock again. “So desperate for my attention,” you mock him. “You’ll do anything, wont ya?”

This is fine, you tell yourself, You’ll tell the cops he forced you, and then you’ll even have his DNA, and they can catch him, and this can all be over. . .after one last ride. 

You put your knees on the seat on either side of him.  You hover over his cock and use your free hand to run the head through your dripping folds, then you sink onto him and bottom out with ease. His cock twitches against your walls, and a shiver races down your spine. Your nipples harden, visible even through your pleather top.  The sheer arousal pisses you off.  He feels too good. A man like this doesn't deserve to be so good at dicking you down, without even trying. Without doing anything.  You move up and down him, and he does exactly nothing. He knows it gets you off. You hate how full he makes you feel. You resent the incomparable pleasure that will linger in your mind, in your whole body, for days. Maybe forever. 

He moans soft enough that the voice changer doesn't pick it up. You wince at the sound of his humanity. 

Something comes over you. “Shut the fuck up,” you tell him as you bring yourself down on his cock again. . “I don't wanna hear your voice." You raise yourself up. "I don’t wanna know who you are." You roll your hips into him.  "I don’t fucking care. I don’t care about you at all," you bite, fucking yourself on his cock, dripping wetter and wetter.  You keep degrading him as you fuck him.  "You’re nothing to me." In your lower belly, a climax is building.  "You’re a faceless cock. Always have been.” He sits motionless as you ride him harder. Maybe it was the weed, but you can’t get enough.

When the train reaches the next stop, you tug down your dress as much as you can and sit still on his cock. You hide the gun between your bodies.

Your watch dings with a notification–an unsaved number. 

how's the 🍆

A shadow eclipses you from behind, and you hear the snap of a picture. Your face goes ice cold. 

"Oh you're a reeeeeal bad girl, aren't ya?" The real ghostface says behind you. All the hair on your body stands up, and your heart pounds as you look at the costume in front of you. The lack of gloves, the quality of fabric, the jeans under it. The cock of a stranger twitches inside you and the gun shakes in your hand. "What the fuck," you mutter. You start to get off the man, but the real ghostface slams you back down on him. 

"Oh don't stop now, kitty. " 

He holds you down on the man's cock. "Lovin’ this Halloween special. sure he is, too. Ain't ya, buddy?" 

"What the hell’s goin' on," the man mutters in a regular voice.

You’re about to berate the man for deceiving you. "You let me,"  then you feel the heavy weight of the gun in your hand and stop short, shame rushing into every blood vessel of your body. 

"Better finish what ya started," the real Ghostface says. "A happy customer won't snitch, right brother?"

When you don't move, Ghostface says, "god damnit," then squats down and wraps his arm around you. "Do I have to do everything?" He lifts you up a little, so the man's cock almost falls out, then drops you back down. He lifts you up and down the man's hard cock, and it's horrifically erotic having Ghostface fuck you on another man's dick. The real Ghostface cock is hard against your back. 

Ghostface adjusts his grip and grabs a tit as he forces you up and down.  The man’s Stab mask tilts down, watching his cock disappear into you again and again. Your lips part, and a moan slips out. 

"Oh, you filthy, filthy girl," Ghostface chides. 

"Shut up," you snap as Ghostface sheaths the man’s cock with you again. 

"Gonna cum for him, pumpkin? Milk his cock?"  

No, God no, this random guy can't cum inside you. Your body stiffens and you shake your head no.

"Oh, c'mon, kitty." 

"No," you whimper.

Ghostface sighs in exasperation and one of his arms leaves your torso for a moment. Then he points his knife at the man you're riding. "Ten seconds." 

Ghostface holds the knife to your throat as he keeps manhandling you on the guy's cock, counting down, "ten," he lifts and lowers you, "nine," stuffing you with the man's cock, "eight,"  and he's only at "seven," when the man flattens his back and arms against the subway seats and shudders as he lifts his hips into you. Ghostface forces you down, and you cry, "no," drowned out by the man's groan as he cums.  You moan at his pulsations. It's sick, disgustingly hot, getting pumped full of this stranger's cum on a subway car with Ghostface holding a knife to your throat. Your spine arches and you begin to convulse, milking the stranger’s cock just like Ghostface told you to. 

"Hellll yeahhh." Ghostface gropes your tit. His cock twitches against your back. He addresses the stranger, "She's hot for a serial rapist, right?" as he lets your weight fully down onto the man. He lets you push yourself off the man, and ghostface holds you by your neck so you won't run.  As the man's cock flops sloppily onto his open jeans, Ghostface tells him, "now get the fuck outta here." The man in the ghostface mask is still zipping up his pants when Ghostface adds, "this one needs a real big cock." Then Ghostface asks you, "don't ya, pumpkin?" And takes the man's seat. 

The train comes to a stop and as the man scurries out of the subway car, he warns other riders not to board the car. He’s removing his mask as the train pulls away, but you don’t get to see him.  Ghostface takes the man's seat and hikes up his robe, revealing his pj pants.  He takes his cock out and manhandles you onto his lap.  You hover. You're not about to hop on his dick, but let’s face it, you’re not gonna put up a fight, either. You're tired. You're confused. You're horny as hell. There must be something in that weed. 

Out the window, everyone is staring as the train slowly pulls away. 

Ghostface hikes your dress all the way up and stares between your legs with the stranger's cum seeping out of you.  

"Look at this mess," he catches the cum with the flat of the knife, cool against your folds. He slowly drags the knife toward himself, then angles it up toward your mound. Then he takes the knife off you.  He wraps his hand around your ass and the handle of the knife rests against your skin.  “Now sit on daddy’s cock.” 

He lifts you onto his cock. He hesitates with his tip notched at your entrance, and you twitch with need. Then he pulls you down, and his thick cock stretches you – a pleasant, easy stretch – as you sink onto him. He's bigger than the cock you just had. 

"What's my favorite movie?" He asks, then begins to move you on his cock. He holds you still. You're dying for friction. "Strangers on a train," he answers for you, and you ignore him.   "Hitchcock's overrated,” Ghostface says. “Now I've got my *own*.” Great, he took a video, too.  This is bad for you, really bad, but all you can think about is the big, hard cock inside you.  He's still not moving, and neither are you.  Your clit is throbbing. You begin to rock your hips as the train slows down . 

Ghostface slaps your ass with his bare hand. "Made for the screen, baby." His hips begin to move under you, finally. You close your eyes, feeling his thick shaft pump in and out of you, sliding with ease through the other man's cum. "Sure can take a cock."  He feels so fucking good.  Why did he have to kill again? Why can't he just fuck you? God his cock feels good. "Bet ya coulda taken us both," ghostface says and his cock twitches inside you. "Ohh, fuck." The train stops. He puts down his knife and takes the gun from you. "Yeah, this hole could take two, no problem." His crude words are making you throb more. You feel people watching from the train window, and your face is hot, but you can't get enough of this cock. "Maybe that's what this filthy cunt needs. Two cocks." Your walls twitch around him. "Ooohhh, like the sound'a that, don't ya?"  You feel an orgasm building in your gut. "Hell yeah, dirty girl."  

The train leaves the station again. “Maybe next time I’ll bring a friend.” he brings the gun to your face. He prods your cheek with the muzzle. Then nudges your lips open and you groan in protest. 

"Give it a kiss, pumpkin'"  You pull your head back and turn your cheek. Your heart is beating out of your chest. Your vision is blurry. Your body is dizzy with pleasure and adrenaline. Ghostface gives up on putting the gun in your mouth. He drags the cool metal down your face, around your neck, to your back, then keeps dragging it down. Then he slouches down in the seat and adjusts your angle on top of him, pulling you tighter against his chest. 

His massive, ungloved hand lifts your ass cheeks out of the way and spreads you wide. He brings you upward, letting most of his cock out, then you feel the cool metal at your dripping entrance. He wedges the cold muzzle of the gun into your pussy right alongside his cock. "Yeah, take it, kitty." 

You groan as he pulls you down on his cock and the gun. What has he done to you? Why is this so hot? "Yeah, knew ya could take two cocks." To your horror, you find your hips rocking. "Fuck yeah," he growls. The barrel of the gun is cool against the back wall of your cunt, and your hole is squeezing his cock tighter now. He wriggles the gun around in a circular motion against his cock. "Ohh yeah."  The train speeds up. "Hold on tight," he warns. He begins to manhandle you on his cock and the gun. You're on the edge. Your asshole tightens and tension swells in your core. 

"Fuck," you whisper. 

He feels it. "Yeah, that's right." You hold your breath. "Cum for me, pumpkin, or I'll make you into pie." Your climax overtakes you and you wince as you clench around the gun and his cock. 

"Goooood giirl," he says with your body jerking around his. "There's daddy's little slut." Wave after wave hits you and your cunt squeezes him and the gun.  He holds you tighter against him and lifts you enough to slide the gun out, leaving your exhausted cunt looser around him. “Yeah, plenty’a room for two.”  You're still having aftershocks. They're not fading, like another one could build. You reach for your clit. "Needy, needy cunt." You rub yourself and he rocks you on his cock until you cum again. 

"Hell yeah," he moans when you clench around him.  Then he erupts inside you with a groan. His cock pulses against your walls as his warm spend mixes with the other man's. "Yeahhh." His cum goes on and on. "Fuck, yeahh." 

As soon as he's finished coming, he pulls you off his lap. He tucks his cock back in his PJs. The train rolls to a stop. 

He pats your lower belly.  “Won’t know who's the father," he chides, "but at least ya know who's daddy."

—

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Next: EVERY INCH 4

May 2024 update - I have 3 more parts outlined.

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THANK YOU FOR READING. If you want more parts, reblogs and comments make all the difference.

Now that you know what happens, it's a solid re-read. Especially when reader is degrading him 😭 lmk your thoughts when you come back to reread lol.

if you liked this smut, you could check out raider Joel meanwhile.

Also BTW gasolinerainbowpuddles is responsible for giving me the kink of degradation about unknown paternity starting with the fic liquid gold which is amazing.

[toxicanonymity]

Toxic: this is from 🎃 anon who kindly asked about writing something for me. this is amazing and it starts after cucking stepdad with another Joel so read that first. so many references 😭 💗

Anonymous asked:

Halloween here! Here's my lil fic just for you. I had fun rereading both Joels' fics and tossing in some inside jokes and hopefully captured their mannerisms and speech (dialogue is hard for me). Thank youuuuu!:) (also ur the genius not me lol). SDJ=Stepdad Joel

Joelkemon Universe What If?

(what if you met up with Thighs after your latest cucking fun) BY HALLOWEEN ANON

1.5k, thighs out!Joel x f!reader, cuck!SDJ

After the three of you come off your high, SDJ shuffles into the pool’s bathroom/locker room to clean up. He doesn’t come out for a while, and you and Thighs Out swim around a little and you chat and flirt together. You find out he's staying at the resort for two weeks partly on vacation and partly for work. He's a sports agent for a very famous golfer who now in old age is more famous for their spokesperson work for the resort and makes surprise appearances in the course for golf fans.

You both agree to meet for dinner that evening at the nicest restaurant on the water. “If you need anything in the meantime, sugar,” he brushes his thumb against your lip and you sigh. He looks up past your shoulder and his eyebrows go up. “Just give me a call.” He kisses your hand and nods his head, calling over your shoulder “Take care buddy!” to SDJ who just came back from the locker room and has a permascowl across his face. He looks between the two of you and shakes his head. “For god’s sake”, he mutters under his breath and huffs off while you lay on one of the chairs, soaking up the sun with your book. 

You tell your mom and SDJ you have dinner plans with someone and your mom says something like “good for you girl!’ but SDJ's jaw drops and he blurts out a short "No!" and then covers his mouth. Your mom laughs and smacks him in the chest. "Oh c'mon hon she's an adult. Don't be such a square.” You hear them leave while you're in your room getting ready.  

You change into a snug, lacy swimsuit coverup that could pass for a dress. You put on a new, skimpier swimsuit underneath and some strappy, tall sandals. Thighs sends you the name of the restaurant and you send him a mirror selfie from the bathroom. “Damn, sugar 💦 Don’t keep Daddy waiting 🦪” You mentally agree to yourself to send him at least three nude selfie that night during dinner. 

At the restaurant Thighs treats you to drinks and the best meal you’ve had the whole vacation. He asks about SDJ’s deal and you tell him the abridged version of your history. 

“Yeah, he sounds like a-” 

“Jackass, I know” you sigh. 

“I was gonna to say a dumbass prude, but that works too." He leans back and takes a drag of his vape (🍃) and blows it out to sea. "No way I could stop myself if you were under my roof. Hell, no way I'd wanna.” He licks his lips. This stirs something in you and you feel your core pulse under your dampening bikini bottoms. He passes you the pen and you take a huge hit.

“So, do you want to fuck him? No judgement if you do.” He puts his hands up defensively. You hesitate and he laughs.

“Alright..do you want to fuck with him?" You decide he's onto something and you both start plotting.

You move to the bar of the restaurant after dinner and the sun has almost set. You send SDJ a snapchat pic of you holding your near empty margarita glass in front of the sunset. He opens it but immediately notices a glint of light on your chest: it's a very familiar looking gold chain. He immediately messages you to Take That Off and Who Took That Picture. You ignore him and ten minutes later he sends you a link to a stunning and extremely expensive Zeels diamond necklace and message that just says "please" and “im sry”. Maybe we're being too hard on him you tell Thighs. “You could be harder on me,” Thighs pouts jokingly. “You know I’d be happy to return the favor.” You smile and tell him to close his eyes. His eyebrows shoot up and he grins, eyes closed. “Okay, you can open them.” There’s something soft and hot pink sitting on the small bread plate he didn’t use from dinner. Thighs out drops his jaw, for once since you met him, he is speechless.

You text SDJ a thumbs up emoji and a selfie of yourself without the chain. You're leaning over, giving him a decent view of your tits that he came to not four hours earlier. 

SDJ tries to video chat you and you decline the call. He calls you and you pick up, "What is it now?". "Just missin' you s'all." SDJ slurs drunkenly. Your mom made friends with a bachelorette party so I'm in the room…alone…" He sounded more pitiful and sultry. "Look" you say, cringing at how pathetic he sounds. "The only way I'll even think about giving you another chance is that you prove to me you're sorry. For being such an overprotective, prudish, selfish, cheating asshole." 

There's a long pause. "So you don't want to fuck me?" he whimpers. 

"I didn't say that" you say bluntly. He hears a loud laugh and woo that's my girl on your end of the phone. “Just wait for my text, ok?” you say. “‘Kay baby. Love-”. You hang up.

You send SDJ one last picture, this time over text, you’re in your coverup looking out over the bar's balcony at the beach. He replies with a picture of his bulge nudging his veiny hand while laying on the couch and a heart emoji next to his head.

Thighs and you head to the beach with two pool chairs after dinner. It's late enough in the evening that there are only a few people left straggling by the water. The beach bar is far but close enough that someone could see you two if they were really looking for something filthy. 

You really do feel sorry for SDJ. And you really do miss teasing him and sneaking around. But if you two are going to fuck again, he has to prove he was in the wrong. And if that ends up blowing up in your face you can at least blackmail him. It’s a win-win for you either way.

You lay on the chair as the evening cools down your skin. Thighs holds your phone with one hand and with his other peels your coverup off and unties your bikini. He kneads your breasts, continuing to point your phone at your tits and face. "Are we filming?" you purr at him. "Hell yeah, baby. And you look like a fuckin' star." You blush and he chuckles, rubbing his inner thighs off camera where his swim shorts end. You flop back in the chair and he grinds his shorts and his growing dick outline into your core. A little bit of trimmed pubic hair peeks out from the tent in his shorts standing almost at full attention. That show is just for you however. He keeps your phone's camera pointed at your jiggling breasts and face screwed up in ecstasy. "Say stop," Thighs growls as he grips the fleshiest part of your hip and thrusts his covered erection into your dripping seam. "M-more!" you loudly beg and arch your back. A few silhouettes at the bar look in your direction. This only makes your nipples harder and you grind quick little circles into his crotch, aching for some friction. "Be patient, baby. You can do it. Tell your Stepdad your offer." he smacks your bottom playfully as he continues to record. You blush and turn away from the lens, biting your lip and say, "I will forgive you, if you do something for me." You look into the camera lens. 

"There's room service and a box being delivered to your new room, you can thank him [Thighs Out] for covering the cost, in about an hour.” you say. “Open the box and text me if you're game or not. Talk soon!" you wink and the video ends. You send it to SDJ and he texts back "Anything for you. I'll pick up the key now." 

Thighs Out kisses down your neck and sucks your nipple while manhandling your ass so much it starts to feel sore. "Wanna come to my suite, sugar? That is if I can take my hands off this sexy fuckin' ass of yours." He jiggles it while playing with your bikini straps and slowly ties them back up. You nod your head yes and pull on your coverup. You both walk back to the main road in the resort and take a shuttle bus to the expensive side of the resort. You find yourself back in his room, legs splayed and laying on your tummy completely bare. You wiggle against the soft white comforter, Thighs already rubbing your ass and murmuring in your ear. "Do you want to wait for him before we record?" You shake your head and say, "I'll still want to even if he doesn't."

"God I love your energy, baby." Thighs presses a hard kiss into you and carnally licks your mouth. He breaks it off to grab his phone and opens the camera app. 

"Let's get started, baby girl. Let Daddy teach you what a real cock can do."

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Toxic: Ok the "woo that's my girl" took me out 😭 like ik it's my line but the context is so perfect and you can just imagine stepdad hearing it on the other end of the line. 😭 Also I 100% imagine thighs out being no-judgment, very in character.

Thank you, 🎃 anon 🖤

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[toxicanonymity]

🎃 blushing and kicking my feet I'm glad y'all liked my little fic of a fic 🥰🥰 I will definitely write a next part since there's interest:) If you want me to explore any ideas or kinks to write in lmk! I do have a rough plan and it does involve what's in the box lol. Thank you and keep being amazing! 🖤🖤🖤 P.s. only about 100 days left until Halloween!

cucking WHAT IF pt. 2

This follows: cucking stepdad w/ another Joel (by Toxic) and what if they continued pt. 1

The cucking continues!

by HALLOWEEN ANON

Anonymous asked:

As promised here is my part 2 to Thighs/Stepdad pool fun. I honestly felt kind of bad torturing stepdad after everything he went through yesterday so I was less mean than planned and added a reference about how he cums a lot based on Amazon. This will be the end of my fic of a fic with these fine Joels but I have something else planned that's with my own Joel creation (gilfy!sub!Joel). There's an Easter egg at the end of this fic if interested. :) I'm not as proud of this part but was still fun. Thanks Toxic we 🖤 you!- 🎃

Joel (SDJ) inspects the box that was rolled into his new room on a room service cart. On top of the cart was a steak, a bowl of strawberries, a bottle of Dom, and a pitcher of ice water. Under the long white cloth on the cart sat the box. It was light blue with a white ribbon. “The fuck…” SDJ thought as he stared at the giant bow. What could be inside? And what was this game you were playing with him? Haven’t you tortured him enough?

He takes a bite of steak and groans. Easily the best meal he’s had on this entire trip. He chews on the salty, slightly charred meat and forgot for a minute about his shame. His fork and knife digs into the flesh, cutting vigorously as he gulps down the champagne like Sunny D, straight from the bottle. He bites into three strawberries, one after the other. He chases down the sweet fruit with another swig of alcohol. But the steak is what is satiating his hunger. The knife scrapes against the expensive plate over and over. He vigorously cuts into it and fills his greedy mouth with the salty flesh, a little blood dripping down his chin.

SDJ falls back on the bed after inhaling the meat and fruit. SDJ looks at the box again and opens his phone back to the picture you sent him. His cock stirs in his pants and he sighs. Another slug of Dom. Before he knows it the bow is undone and he’s staring inside at the seemingly random items neatly piled inside.

A bottle of lube, a ziploc bag containing something hot pink, and a pool noodle cut in half. Joel stares at the contents until his phone buzzes. A video. From you. He scrambles to open it and sees you, just you, and a foreign hand on your thigh. “Hey” you say simply and smile. Joel’s heart breaks at the sweet greeting and sweeter smile. “Hey” you say and smile again as he rewinds the video. “Hey” Joel says aloud to your paused face. How can you look so cute but absolutely filthy at the same time? He presses play.

“I hope you enjoyed your meal, it was very generous of him [Thighs Out] to get you your own room and an expensive dinner…his idea not mine.” You roll your eyes and look off camera. A chuckle off camera and a pat of your thigh from the unapendaged hand on your thigh. You look back at the camera.

“I miss you” you purr softly, your wide “fuck me” eyes looking into his as he strokes himself through his shorts. “I miss the fun we had before, and I know you do to.”

You roll over on your tummy, Thighs giving your ass a squeeze as he stands up and helps you turn over. He holds the phone the entire time, only getting a glimpse of his hand or leg when he stands up to point it at you landscape style. You turn your head and give another smile, this one far more devious than before. “By now you’ve probably opened the gift I sent you. If you want to fuck when we get home, this is what I want you to do. First, open the Ziploc bag.” Joel fell off the bed and scrambled for the bag, his cock bobbing up and down as he flopped back on the bed with the other box contents.

“Do they look familiar?” you wink. “They should, if not look at your pictures again.” Panties. They were your panties. Still slightly warm and damp when he pulls them out of the bag. “BUT-” you loudly say and Joel is brought back to reality. Panties halfway from the bag to his nose. “That’s your reward at the end. First, get out the pool noodle.” Joel inspects it. It’s a foam pool noodle about 10 inches long, the kind with the hole in the middle that you can find at any dollar store or water park. Joel looks to the pool noodle hole to the lube. Oh no, he thinks. No no no no no n-”

“Ohh fuck yes,” you whimper. Thighs is groping your ass and trying to also keep your face in view. “That feels good. I think you know what I want you to do. I want you to show me how hard you want to fuck me. How much you want to abuse this pussy with your dirty old man cock. Get that cock nice and ready for me. Please, Joel? Look how much I need it.” Your fingers lazily spread your slick folds open, dragging your middle finger up and down your seam. Eyes still on the camera, still on Joel who is lathering himself with lube, pants and underwear on the floor. You drag your finger out and hold out to Thighs, showing Joel how wet you are and how fast Thighs tongue attacks your finger. You pull it away and curve it in a “come hither direction”, eyes straight forward so it looks like your talking directly to him.

“Please,” your finger goes back to your center and you groan. “Fuck yourself like a good boy so we can fuck when we get home.

You got it baby, Joel says aloud. He shakes his head and grabs the noodle. Still doesn’t make this any less fucking weird, he thinks, but worth it. Worth it for her.

The rest of the video is you fucking yourself with your fingers, and when that’s not enough you’re handed a hairbrush offscreen. You’ve never done something so dirty. You feel possessed as orgasm after orgasm takes you over and you can’t even talk dirty. Your face has little beads of sweat clinging to it, your face screwed up in ecstacy as you feel the next orgasm hit, hairbrush fucking you while Thighs Out rolls your nipple in his hand, knowing it’ll make you come undone.

“J-joel,” you groan. “You feeling good, Joel? Like watching me like this? I’m a fucking mess. I just know that cock of yours is ready for me. Are you getting ready for my slutty pussy, Joel?”

Joel gripped his phone with one hand and nodded even though you couldn’t see him. He squeezed more lube onto himself. He sighed and slowly brought the pool noodle down on his cock. The cheap foam made his dick itch a little but he powered through. His hips buck up and fuck the noodle, matching the rhythm of you fucking yourself with the hairbrush. Joel felt close to cumming, but still so far away from you. He wondered what you were doing now since the video wasn’t live. He paused it on your face, eyes closed and mouth open. You deserve more than just an embarrassing jerk off session in room alone. The fact was he was extremely horny and even lonlier. A dangerous combination. Joel swipes out of the homemade video and opens Snapchat. He exhales through his nose and grips the pool noodle.

“Not even half way done with the video and you’ve already got me close” he murmers, his phone pointing down at pool noodle fucking his cock. “Like making me look like a fool? Like a desperate old man fucking a pool noodle all by himself?” He ends the video when he hears his voice start to break. But the trooper he is Joel keeps fucking the pool noodle and sending you snap after snap of the sordid scene. He alters from fucking the noodle to fucking his own hand. Precum drips down his thick fingers. He flips the camera around and his fingers slide in his mouth, groaning your name as he pushes the fingers further in and out. He moans LOUD and keeps stuffing his fingers in his mouth while jerking off. The pool noodle is moving faster, and Joel can’t hold it in anymore. He pumps his cock with the cheap foam toy one last time, and you see, while watching the snaps with Thighs Out, the tip of his dick peeking out the top and rope after rope shoots out. “I-I love you baby,” Joel gasps as he climaxes. “I’ll do anything you want.”

You thought that would be it, and he’d try to come crawling back to your room that night. But Joel stays in the room all night sending you dozens of snaps of either his cock fucking his hand “still just wishing it was your soft skin on me” or his face while jerking off. He orgasms at least four more times that night based on the snaps you recieve. After the latest video just of Joel chanting your name and humping the bed, his dry spend mixing with the warm, fresh load that cake the sheets, you shake your head.

“We should have gotten him more water.” you say to Thighs after your stepdad’s last climax.

“Should have gotten him another pool noodle,” Thighs grins. The man was such a menace.

“Seriously! Here’s another one!” you yell, gesturing for Thighs to look. His gold chain glints in your eye when he leans down over you to watch your phone.

“Damn,” Thighs mutters to himself. Baby please let me worship your tits (cherry emoji)!! The video caption says while Joel moans your name. “He can really cum. Knows how to work the camera too”

“Liking what you see?” you jokingly purr, rubbing his bare chest as your own arousal builds up.

“No, no, it’s just…wow. It’s just so much cum, especially for his age. It’s really not a bad skill to have.”

You burst out laughing. “For who?! A horny firefighter??”

Thighs smiles, “No… a different profession. Or for some more of a hobby.”

You raise your eyebrow and stare. “What the hell are you saying?”

Thighs scribbles a woman’s name and a phone number on a napkin. “When you go back to your room tonight, or tomorrow morning,” Thighs gives you a wink. “Make sure you give this to him. Tell him to..just go with it. I could make him some good money.”

“Are you going to tell me what the hell this is?” you ask.

“It’s just an old friend. She helped me out when I needed some fun, easy work.” Thighs grins.

When you’re back in the room packing the next morning, (hell yeah you spent the night with Thighs), you do a quick google search of the number and name. A website called “Dire Desires” is at the bottom of the screen, with a matching name and number under contact information. It’s listed as an online business, and when you click on the link a wave of tits and larger than life dicks take over your phone screen. “Solo, happy ending, maintenance man fantasy, Stockholm Syndrome Sluts…” all these and more titles fill the screen and your stomach drops.

This is an amateur porn company. And Thighs Out is a fucking genius.

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Toxic: 👏👏 Bravo, awesome conclusion. HELL YEAH we spent the night with Thighs!!!! At the end I almost thought Thighs was recruiting him to the brothel lmao. I think stepdad would be an excellent candidate for solo male porn. And I like their porn themes too. (shout-out to maintenance man by @gracieispunk and my Stockholm readers, raider and vampire). Love what you did with all the cum. Thighs is right, SDJ knows how to work the camera too.

Sorry for stepdad's latest fic making you feel bad for torturing him lol but he was desperate to get his audience favorability ratings up and he's happy someone feels bad for him 😅

Ty for asking about the kinks I kept thinking but was blanking 😫 this was great!

P.s. I just remembered about the Easter egg, is gilf-sub some type of maintenance man 🤯

[toxicanonymity]

You know we’ve seen jealous reader but we haven’t seen jealous nw!Joel. How do you think he’d react if the reader brought someone home? Kind of like payback for his dealer. Half of me things he’d be upset and the other half is like nah he’d be into watching it. Idk the nightwalks brain rot continues 😵‍💫

I think he'd be smug that he's invisibly cucking them. You're definitely thinking about Joel's dick and all the dirty things he would be saying. He also knows you'll be back sooner or later.

also, new night walks in the next 4 to 24 hrs (lol, depending on some stuff like whether i go out tonight)

Night walks

[toxicanonymity]

THAT TWIST IN THE THIRD GHOSTFACE PART? i neverrrrr get a good plot twist in books and then BOOM. YOU NAILED IT. also awoken something in me?? never thought i’d want someone to watch (and help!) fuck me onto someone’s dick but whew here we are 🤭 THANK YOU FOR THAT UPDATE YOU MAGNIFICENT WRITER 🙏🙏🙏🙏🙏 just know i will be rereading every day from now on 🫡🫡 oh and your works are something ghostie would LOVE esp the stuff about him just so you know 🤷‍♀️🤭

Tysm, friend! I was like "fuck yeah they're gonna lose their minds" with a side of "hope I don't get canceled LOL" which normally means it's 🔥😅. I'm so honored you think gf would love it 🖤. Every inch 3

[toxicanonymity]

"jackass fucking moron cuck" IM CRYING HAAJSJWHDN THIS CHAPTER ROCKS

his rage is real 😭 the joys of raider POV. who had short-lived justice for jack on their bingo card?

✨hunger

[toxicanonymity]

can i request a fic where joel is a swing dancer at a wedding and he flips the reader upside down right in front of her husband. he flips her like 8 times. thanks I love your work 💕💕

YES 💃. Ok, for a twist on the swing dancer trope, I'm thinking the husband doesn't even do anything about it. He just smiles and laughs in good humor. Then when they get home, the husband acts like it was a great time. Reader is upset that her husband doesn't even care. She tells him they'll stay married for the kids, but she will never respect him. To save his marriage, the husband has to find out Joel's next gig to confront him and defend the size of his dick??? 💐

[toxicanonymity]

One of the creepy Joels could definitely be the weird limo driver who tells the man to shut up and hugs his date. Except the date would obviously reluctantly kinda like it unlike in itysl 😅 maybe Joel would somehow find out her address and show up to give her a ride another time… hopefully not tow truck driver Joel for her sake

worst limo ride ever for reader's date. Ice bucket jostling everywhere, cars honking at them, then after Joel hugs reader and drives off, you see a "honk if you're horny" bumper sticker on the back of the limo. better call the driving crooner next time

🎩

🚬

[toxicanonymity]

i love u sm. it is just simply not even funny, there are no words to describe how happy ur writing makes me. my bsf and i read every one of ur series together and are currently most enthralled in lincoln!joel. i need a shirt or SOMETHING to rep how much i love u. maybe a "love2cuck" sweater loool.

!!!ANYWAY!!! i'm curious if you've ever watched "swarm" its a one-season series and rory culkin is in like the first episode but i feel like you'd really dig the overall story of the show its pretty fucked lmao.

I luv YOU sm 🖤🖤🖤 Thank you 😭😭, I wish I had merch to offer lmao. I have not watched "swarm" yet and had not heard of it, but very intrigued after looking it up! Watching e1 tonight.

[toxicanonymity]

🔥 tinder

3.5k / stepdad!joel x f!reader / stepdad master

A/N: Picks up after Fandango. Nothing has happened with the Mom before this, so ignore that hypothetical drabble.

Warnings: I8+ smut, mdni. stepcest, big girthy age gap, angst. jacking off, groping, oral F receiving. P in V but not with each other. cheating on each other, kind of. graphically overhearing your mom and him have sex :(. Joel's state of mind when he did it.

"Firm handshake," Joel says, then takes a seat on the other side of you.  Joel’s extra aftershave wafts into your nostrils and makes you tingle.  He asks about your date.  Jacques leans forward with his elbows on his knees to tell Joel about where you went for dinner and what you guys had. You glance over at Joel and a subtle snarl is forming. 

Joel is weird after his introspective drive home from your apartment. When you get back to their house, he silently brings the TV in for you, biceps bulging through his thin undershirt.  He sets it up in your room and won’t make eye contact the whole time he’s in your room.  Seems like everything went to hell as soon as you asked about their marriage.  

“Joel.”  He doesn't look. He bends over and his shirt rides up as he plugs the last thing into the TV.  

“Joel, what the hell” 

“What?” he snaps,  “What do you want?”  

You’re not sure what to say, so your default sarcasm spills out.  “What, you can’t tell?”

He rolls his eyes.  “Somethin’ you need right now, or am I done here?” He tosses the remote control onto your bed. He won’t even get within three feet of you. 

“You don’t want me to answer that,” you say. 

He scoffs and leaves, closing the door behind him.  

-

Thanksgiving night, your mom gets home and the three of you eat dinner together.  She asks how the movie was.  Joel blushes and plays with his food, but you smoothly start telling her all about the Exorcist until she changes the subject since she doesn’t like horror.    

“I was thinking, honey, why don’t you come with us to Mexico?”

“I thought you were going for a conference,” you say.

“Yeah, well.  You know how that is.  They wouldn’t have it at the beach if they didn’t expect us to have a little fun.”  She looks at Joel.  Joel is staring at his plate.  She continues, “We were gonna add a couple of days, make a vacation of it.  You could bring a friend if you want.” 

You nod.  “Or just the three of us?”

“Sure,” she says.  Joel puts his fork down and sits back in his chair.  “Ate too much earlier,” he says and excuses himself from the table.  You don’t see him again that night. 

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The next morning, you go black Friday shopping with both of them.  At most stores, Joel waits in the car sulking, pondering his life.  You buy a new TV for your apartment, a few new bikinis for the trip, and your Mom buys Joel a bunch of new clothes.  You’re going to miss the shrunken ones.   After you get home, your Mom leaves to do more shopping and Joel watches football in the ] living room. You put on a new bikini and go downstairs to model it for him. 

“Well what do you think?” you ask. 

He quickly scans your body, his eyes not lingering anywhere.  “Looks great,” he says flatly, then looks back at the TV.   

You sit down next to him, elbow on the back of the sofa with your head propped up in your hand.  He tries not to look. 

“Give me a break,” he says. 

“I just wanna know if you like it,” you say.  

“Said it looks great.” 

You adjust the cups of the top. “It’s not too much?” 

“Come on, sweetheart.” He refuses to look.   “Just get outta here, okay?”

“Okay, I have three more to try on.” 

“Please don’t,” he says and adjusts the crotch of his sweatpants.

“I dunno why you’re punishing me for your own feelings,” you retort. 

He sighs as though too tired to even try.  

“Maybe I’ll go on that tinder date after all.”  You’re still not planning on it at this point, you just want Joel to loosen up again and hope the threat might help. 

Joel scowls at you.  He knows he can’t tell you not to.  He knows it’s not fair.  “Would you grow up,” he says. 

Your laugh is short and silent.  “I’ll send the other suits on snapchat.” 

You go back to your room and try them on, taking videos and pictures and sending them to Joel. “I dunno if the ass is too small on this one,” you say in a low, sultry voice, then turn the camera to the mirror to show  your ass hanging out of a cheeky pair of boy shorts.  You take some even hotter footage and send it all in real time. 

Joel doesn’t open the snapchats right away.  But soon, you hear the TV turn off downstairs, then he goes up to the master bedroom and closes the door. 

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You smile to yourself and put on a robe.  He’s totally about to jack off.  Sure enough, a minute or two later, Snapchat tells you when he starts watching your snaps.  You tiptoe into the hall to listen. You sneak as close to his door as you can get without giving yourself away.  You want to hear him do it unrestrained by your presence. 

“God damn,” he sighs and your nipples harden at the sound.  

“I dunno if the ass is too small on this one,” you say through his phone, and he replays it.  “I dunno if the ass is too small on this one.”  And again.  “I dunno if the ass is too small on this one.” 

He breathes loudly and you hear the wet squish of his fist around his cock.  

“Uggghh,” he groans and you know he must be watching the one where you untie the top entirely and let it hang between your breasts.  Outside his door, you slip your hand into your swimsuit and touch yourself as you listen to him breathe heavily.  He audibly pleasures himself  while you put on a show and strip for him on his phone.  He’s so fucking hot.  

“Jesus,” he says to himself.  In snapchat, you must be pulling the swimsuit aside to show him your juicy cunt and how wet you are.  You brought your phone with you in your robe so you can see how many snaps he has left to watch. That’s one of the last. 

“It’s yours, Joel,” you say from his phone.  “Come and get it.” 

“Fuck me,” he sighs and the sound of his voice makes you lose control of your hand.  You put your hand on the door knob and open it. 

His phone repeats, “It’s yours, Joel.  Come and get it. . . It’s yours, Joel.  Come and get it.”  You see the reflection of the explicit video in his glasses.  He fumbles with his phone to stop it from playing again. 

“What the hell are you doin’ here,” he whispers gruffly with his cheeks pink. 

“If you’re not gonna come get it. . .” you say, putting your hands in the pockets of your robe and splaying them out to show your whole body. 

“Your mom’s on her way home right now.” 

“That’s what you wanna talk about?”  You take a hand out of your robe pocket and slip it into your swimsuit, dipping a finger into your pussy, letting your head fall back, exposing your neck as you bite your lip and touch yourself.  Then you snake your hand up your torso, between your breasts, to your neck.  You walk all the way up to him, stepping over a trail of shopping bags from the walk-in closet to the bed.  When you get to Joel, you put your fingers in his mouth and he licks them clean with his eyes closed.  Then you take his free hand and put it on your breast, slipping it under the swimsuit.  He does nothing to stop you. You start touching yourself again. 

He strokes his cock faster.  He wets his lips and breathes deeply as he palms your breast and watches you touch yourself.  

Then you hear footsteps on the stairs, and your Mom’s voice.  “Honey?” She must have left the garage door open while she was out.  No warning. 

“Shit,” he whispers, yanking his hand away from you.  He looks around.  You close your robe.  “Closet,” he says, pulling his pants up over his wet, hard cock.  

“No!” you whisper.  But when you see your Mom’s shadow arriving at the top of the stairs and Joel all disheveled with his lube right on the nightstand, you don’t see another option.  You’d have to cross the bedroom door to get to the bathroom.  

-

Just as you hide in the closet, your Mom enters the bedroom, and her paper shopping bags clatter against the door on the way in.  “It’s just you? Thought I heard someone.”  She’s headed your way with the bags.  This was so stupid.  So, so stupid.  You could have just tied up your robe and acted like you were getting something from their bathroom.  

Joel intercepts her.  “C’mere,” he says.  “Why don’t ya let me put those up later?” His voice has a seductive air about it and a pit opens in your stomach.  

“Joel,” she says accusatorily and laughs. “Were you watching porn?”

“What if I was,” he says.  Of course he’s still hard and pink in the face.  Terrible at hiding his humiliation.

“Hope you saved some for me,” she says saucily and your heart drops. She closes the bedroom door.  

This is a worst case scenario.  

You hear kissing.  So fucked up.  You plug your ears and dissociate.  What follows is a torturous symphony of breathing and moaning from both of them for the longest five minutes of your life.  You seethe, then you cry as silently as possible.  Of course he’s thinking about you - of course.  You gave him that hard-on. Is he doing it out of spite? Out of panic? Surely he could manage not to moan if he was only doing it because he felt like he had to.  He knows you’re RIGHT THERE.  Can he really  not control himself? 

While you’re still in the closet, you post one of your sexiest swimsuit photos on instagram.  Then you text Joel, “This is so fucked up. I don’t want to ever hear a word from you about my dates or instagram or anything else.”  You send him a screencap from Tinder where you’re confirming your availability for a date with Jacques.  “Hope you’re happy,” you add. “Fuck you.” 

When it’s over, your mom goes to the bathroom and you make your escape, wiping your eyes with one hand, holding your robe closed tight with another,  not even looking in Joel’s direction. You can feel him looking at you, though.  

-

You slam the door to your bedroom.  

Joel responds to your text, “You’re right, it’s none of my business. I’m sorry.”

That makes you even more upset.  You want it to be his business.  You get in your bed and sob.  

“I dunno what to say,” he adds. “I didn’t know what to do.  If you can’t forgive, me I understand.” 

You respond, “You didn’t have to act so into it.”

He says, “I was trying to make it quick. I’m really sorry.” 

You don’t reply. 

“I wish I could undo it. I’m sorry.” 

You don’t respond. 

He asks, “Do you want to talk about it?” 

Fuck no, you don’t want to talk about it. Why would you want to talk about it?  You stay in your room for a long time but eventually go to the kitchen to get something to drink.  He must hear you going downstairs because it’s only a minute before he comes down, too.  

“Hey,” he says.  “You okay?” 

How would you be okay? You don’t have anything to say to him.

He says, “I was gonna, uh, go to the gas station.  You want a drink or somethin’?” You don’t answer.  

You go back to your room.  When he gets back, he knocks on your door. You don’t answer.  He goes back downstairs and texts you that he got you a drink and put it in the fridge.  

The next morning, you come down for breakfast and he’s there.  

“How’d you sleep?” he asks.  You don’t answer.  He watches you pour a glass of orange juice in silence.  You drink it and put it in the sink.  He leans against the doorframe from the kitchen to the hall, blocking your way.  As you go by, he gently puts his hand on your chest and whispers, “Hey.”  You look down at his big, veiny hand.  How dare he platonically put it on your chest? You take a deep breath, your breast swelling into the heel of his palm. 

“What?” you ask. 

“I’m sorry,” he whispers.  “Please forgive me.” 

You laugh condescendingly. 

“Or at least talk to me,” he begs with puppy dog eyes. 

You return to your room without another word. 

Over the next few days, you go back to your apartment and Joel tries texting you casually.  He snapchats you too, but you don’t answer it.  

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A few days later, you go out with Jacques to get your mind off Joel.  Joel remembers your plans.  He’s still thinking about it. 

“Have fun on your date,” Joel texts you.  The nerve.  If Jacques is hot enough in person, you might give Joel a taste of his own medicine in terms of what Joel has to overhear.  You’re glad you hadn’t decided the location when you sent Joel the screencap, lest he show up.  

Jacques is hot.  You go out to dinner, then bring him home to your mom and Joel's house instead of your apartment. The two of you sit in the kitchen first and you make him a drink.  You continue your conversation from the date.  His voice is deep and smooth, but not as sexy as Joel's. You can’t help but compare everything about them.  You and Jacques take your drinks to the living room to watch a movie.  You sit in the middle of the sofa and Jacques sits by your side. 

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Before you've even picked a movie, Joel walks in. He spreads his feet and crosses his arms, pushing out his biceps with his hands underneath them. Then he just stares at you.  He looks like he’s trying to restrain himself.  

"Joel," you light up insincerely. "This is Jacques." 

Jacques gets up and shakes Joel's hand.

"Firm handshake," Joel says flatly, then takes a seat on the other side of you.  Joel’s extra aftershave wafts into your nostrils and makes you tingle.  He asks about your date.  Jacques leans forward with his elbows on his knees to tell Joel about where you went for dinner and what you guys had. You glance over at Joel and a subtle snarl is forming at the edge of his nose.  You lean back against the couch since they’re trying to talk to each other. 

Joel asks, "So what'd ya talk about? Any common interests?" 

"Oh yeah, we both love horror movies," Jacques says. 

"Nice," Joel nods. "She tell ya we went to see the new Exorcist?" 

"Um, yeah. She mentioned it was good." 

Joel chuckles, then looks at you. "It was good, huh? You'll have to catch me up before the next one, sweetheart." He gives your thigh a squeeze and winks at Jacques. Then he leans forward with his elbows on his knees. "Where ya from, Jacques?"

"El Paso," he says.  Joel doesn't hide his surprise. Then Jacques adds, "My parents are French." 

Joel nods thoughtfully. "Am I sayin' it right? Jock? Or is it Jack?"

"Jack is fine."

"Nice." 

-

You interrupt them. "I don't think Hulu's working in here. C'mon Jacques, we can watch in my room."

"Now hold on, I'll fix it for ya," Joel offers and puts his hand on yours, reaching for the remote control. 

"Nah," you say. "Wanna try out my TV in there anyway."

“Alright,” Joel mumbles.  He runs a hand over his beard.  If he didn’t feel so guilty, he’d be losing his shit right now.  You’re sure of it.  He’s trying really hard to be fair.  You and Jacques get up off the sofa, then Joel stands up. 

"It was nice to meet you," Jacques says and shakes Joel's hand again. 

"You're the stepdad right?" Jacques removes his hand from Joel's death grip. 

"Guess I am tonight," Joel mutters.  

“Sorry, what?” Jacques asks. 

"Yeah, he is," you say, then look at Joel. "Where's Mom?" You ask. "Figured y'all were going to have some quality time."

"Your guess is as good as mine, sweetheart," Joel says, then briefly massages your shoulder before walking away to the fridge.  

-

You and Jacques watch Equalizer 2.  

Joel texts you, “Don’t do this.” 

After about fifteen minutes you respond, “?” 

“Please,” Joel texts.  “You’ve made your point.” 

You don’t reply. 

“I know I deserve it, but I wish you wouldn’t.” 

In another twenty minutes, you see the shadow of feet under your door.  A few seconds later, there’s a soft knock. “Gonna make some popcorn, y’all want some?” Joel asks.  You tell him no thanks. 

Toward the end of Equalizer 2, Jacques gets handsy with you and you welcome the advance. He’s not bad with his hands, but you also don’t hesitate to exaggerate your sounds of pleasure.  But that exaggeration turns into real enjoyment.  You relish the opportunity to release all your tension into someone else’s body.  Someone who wants you unapologetically and would hopefully never make you hide in a closet.  

Jacques has a big one, too.  You close your eyes and pretend he’s Joel as you’re making out and his hard cock is grinding into your crotch.  You moan into his mouth, desperately wanting to feel Joel's beard against your cheek.  Jacques whispers your name and says, “I want you.”  He takes his cock out and wraps your hand around it.  You grab it hungrily without opening your eyes.  You hear the tear of a condom wrapper and your breath hitches.  Your body wants it.  

-

Then the fire alarm goes off.  You cover your ears and Jack puts his dick away. You don’t bother fixing your hair or skirt. 

“Sorry!” Joel yells from downstairs.  The smell of burned popcorn fills the hall.  It takes him a minute to turn off the alarm, of course.  Jacques opens the bedroom door to see what’s going on.  Then Joel comes upstairs out of breath and apologizes for the commotion.  

“Sorry ‘bout that, guys.” Joel hovers there in the door with one of his hands on the frame.  

You cross your arms on your bed, and Joel’s eyes fall to where the bedding is messed up.   

“Well, It was nice to meet ya, Jacques,” he says.  “Lemme walk ya out.” 

Jacques is confused.  “I, uh.” 

“Um, I guess I’ll call you,” you tell Jacques.  

Relief washes over Joel’s face and he asks you, “Your Mom, uh, needs a ride, you wanna come with me in a minute?” 

Jacques looks back and forth between the two of you.  “Yeah, guess I better go,” he says to himself.  

Joel walks him out.  

-

When Joel comes back from walking Jacques out, he tries to be casual, but his body is clearly tense.  

"Really think he bought that performance?" Joel asks as he pushes into your room. He closes the door behind him and leans against it with his butt.  He looks at Find my Friends on his iphone.  “She’s ten minutes away,” he says and pushes off your door to approach your bed.  

"What performance?” you ask. 

"C'mon, sweetheart.  You were fakin' it."  He lifts the comforter and sheets and inspects them. "Dry." 

Your cheeks burn. 

He sits down on the bed and picks up the unused condom still in its wrapper.  "Least you woulda been smart." 

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” you ask.  “Leave me alone.” 

“Can’t, sweetheart,” he murmurs and puts his hand on your thigh. “I can’t.” 

“Then do something about it or get the fuck out,” you whisper.  

He slides his hand up your skirt and slips his fingers right into your panties.  “That for me or him?” 

You roll your eyes.  “Shut up.” 

You lean back on your pillows and he gets between your legs.  He hikes your skirt up and pulls your panties down, then plants his face between your thighs, lightly caressing them from the outside with his big, masculine hands.  “Gotta be quick,” he murmurs into your pussy, then digs in.  He sucks and laps at you and inhales deeply through his nose.  Your hips lift into his mouth.  You whine his name. He pauses and looks up but doesn’t reprimand you.  He penetrates you with his tongue and moans into your cunt. 

“Fuck, Joel,” you breathe.  He devours you ravenously, moaning and sighing, until your thighs tense and your hips lift and you moan his name as you come in his mouth and he laps up every drop.  

He tears his head away and looks at you affectionately.  He’s panting and his face is dripping wet from the nose down.  He kisses your inner thigh, then gives you a hickey there on each side.  

The garage door opens downstairs.  Joel stands up and adjusts his joggers to accommodate his massive erection.  He’s still breathing heavily.  He wipes off his face.  He walks to your door and opens it without a word.  He turns around and looks at you, then closes the door behind him.  

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I’d sacrifice my firstborn for another Raider!Joel fic….

Rescue

Title changed May 2025 from Failed Rescue

1.9k, raider!Joel x f!Reader | raider master

mood board by @milla-frenchy

A/N: Picks up after the first Raider but can be read alone. Next: Raider: Stash house

WARNINGS: 18+ very dubious consent unsafe P in V, victim guilt, dark!Joel, gun violence (against your bf), forced gun play, forced cuckolding, forced masturbation (bf), Joel can lift reader.

After Joel has his way with you, you’re locked in a room for hours while the raiders continue their pillaging.  Joel gets called outside, and the same rookies that captured you have a man on his knees. It's your boyfriend, Jack.  He's begging to go into the house.  This is unusual, and Joel wants to hear him out, telling the rookies to hold their fire.  One of them explains, “He says his girlfriend’s in there.  He just wants to make sure she’s safe.”  The other men laugh.  

“Is he armed?” Joel asks.  

“Not anymore,” one of them says, holding up a Glock.  

Joel reaches out for it. "I'll hang onto this."  Then he turns his attention to Jack.  “What’s she look like?”

He describes you. Joel’s jaw clenches and his eyes darken.  He waits a beat before answering.  

“Oh, she’s fine . . .” Joel says.  

"Let her go," Jack pleads. 

"Let her go. . ."" Joel repeats, and nods slowly like he's thinking.  "C'mon, I'll take ya to her." The rookies look at each other hesitantly, then push Jack toward Joel.  On the walk to the house, he thanks Joel over and over for having mercy on you.

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You hear Jack’s voice approaching the door with Joel.  Jack is thanking Joel, and you’re mostly relieved.  Joel lets him in the room then stands imposingly in the door with his gun.   Jack goes over to you on the mattress, looking you over, seeing if you’re okay.  You throw your arms around him and he says, “Come on honey, let's get out of here.”

Joel says, “Who said anything ‘bout leavin’?” and uses his boot to slam the door behind him without taking his eyes off the two of you. 

Jack’s face drains to white and you start to cry.  Jack doesn’t even know about what Joel did to you.  You feel a wave of guilt for the orgasm you had.  

Joel trains his gun on Jack and says in a low, firm voice, “In the corner.  Now.  And take off your clothes”

Jack hesitates, but when Joel points the gun at you instead, he complies.  He cowers in the corner naked while you sit crumpled up on the mattress.

“On your knees,” Joel tells you gently.  He palms himself and starts unbuckling his belt, and an unwanted arousal stirs between your legs.  

Jack begs “Please, no, no.”

“You’re gonna keep your mouth shut, understand?” Joel warns him, then looks at you and licks his lips. 

“Please,” Jack whispers.   

“What’samatter, don’t wanna see another cock in her mouth?,” Joel asks. "Fine." Joel points his rifle in your face.  He nudges your chin with the cold metal of the long barrel and makes you look up at him. 

“Open wide." 

You whimper and hesitate.  

"Sorry sweet pea, lover boy prefers it." 

Jack begs Joel to put down the gun.  

"I reckon you don't want another man's gun in her mouth either?"  Joel takes off his rifle and puts it out of reach. He pulls Jack's Glock out of the back of his pants.  

Joel nudges your lips with the muzzle. It's at least a little warmer from being in Joel's pants. Both you and Jack stop protesting.  

You take deep breaths trying to stop crying, then carefully wrap your lips around the barrel. 

"Now suck."

You're shaking like a leaf, your teeth chattering against the barrel, but you steel yourself and suck slowly.  It's terrifying having a gun in your mouth, but there's also a nagging voice at the back of your mind saying Joel would never physically hurt you and this display of dominance is all for Jack's benefit.  You wish Jack had stayed away once he saw the raiders. 

"This better, Romeo?"  Joel says, holding the gun in your mouth. 

"No, no," Jack says. 

You make eye contact with Joel, hoping it'll earn you some goodwill.  You remember he told you to look at him with his cock in your mouth. 

Joel looks at you hungrily and wets his lips. It sends a wave of arousal through you. He slides the gun out of your mouth. 

"Doin' great, sweet pea. Pants off, now. Just like before."  He looks at Jack.  

Joel palms his hard cock over his pants, still holding the gun in his other hand while you take your pants off and avoid looking anywhere near Jack.  

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You don't realize how wet you are until the cool air hits your exposed pussy.  

"Same way as before?" Joel asks. Jack whimpers and you don't want to face him. 

"No," you say and turn around facing Joel. 

"Alright then," Joel nods in approval. "Let's see those titties."

Joel gets down on his knees on the mattress with you.  You sit up on your knees and he lifts your shirt and bra up with his free hand.  The way he looks at your body makes you hot. You help him take your clothes off entirely and you're sitting on your knees. He nudges your knees open to make room for his hand. 

"Good girl," he says. He gropes a breast while he rubs the barrel of the gun against your wet seam, sending a shiver through you.  Your nipple hardens against his palm.  "Mmmm," he says.  He twists his wrist to put the gun muzzle-up and notch it at your entrance. He rubs himself as he begins to push the gun into you. Your heart races. If he even flinches, you could be blown to bits.

"Wait," you say.  You reach for the bulge in his unbuttoned pants. His eyes widen. A smirk spreads across his face as he unzips himself.

"What, you want this?" He takes his big, hard cock in his hand, stroking it slowly. 

"Yes." There's no hesitancy in your response. You're telling yourself it's better than the gun, and it's best to get it over with. But at the same time, you're yearning to be filled by him.

"Well damn," Joel chuckles proudly. "Hear that? She wants the D," he says to Jack, then softens his voice to address you again.  "Any time, baby. All ya have to do is ask." 

You nod, “Please.”   You keep telling yourself it's just better than a gun, but the throbbing between your legs tells a different story.

"Attagirl, c'mere baby."

You're curious what Jack is doing in total silence, and you glance back at him one last time before you get on your back and spread your legs. Bad idea. The wet, sticky barrel of the gun presses onto your cheek and turns your head back toward Joel. His eyes darken.  “You look at me and only me, understand?" Joel says firmly. "Let me worry ‘bout him.”  You nod. His jaw clenches.

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Joel looks Jack up and down and smiles, bemused.  "Turn you on? . . . Get to it, then."  You wonder if Jack was aroused.

Jack whimpers.  

"Go on. It's there, might as well jack it." You don't know what to think about Jack being aroused. "Hell, finish before me and I might let you live."

A pit forms in your stomach. You don't want Jack dead. 

Jack sobs and you begin to hear his hesitant strokes. 

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Joel walks forward on his knees to get all the way between your legs, hand wrapped around his stiff length. His cock is so nice, you can't help but admire it. You feel sorry for Jack having to see such superior equipment. 

Joel leans over you, gun still in his hand, and rests the heel of his palm by your shoulder on the mattress.  He aligns himself between your legs, and you throb in anticipation.  He thumbs your clit. 

“Doin’ great, baby.  Now let’s show’m how good you take a real cock.”  He wets his lips. 

Joel closes his eyes and pushes his swollen tip inside with a grunt. You suppress a moan at the stretch of his girth.  Then, he slams his length as far into you as he can.  "C'mon baby, you can do it." His mouth hangs open as he backs up, then plunges into you more forcefully.  You gasp as your insides part, and Joel sighs loudly as he bottoms out. Joel hovers over you, completely inside you, and looks from your eyes to your mouth. 

"Good girl, just like that."

He slowly recedes then forcefully fills you up again, grunting "Mm." His girth is almost too much to handle.  Your inner thighs stretch with his torso heavy between them.  His pants rub against your skin.  You can't help but wonder what he looks like completely naked.  It's a shameful thought with a gun so close to your head. He begins to pound you at a regular rhythm.  His eyes briefly look past you to the corner, and you wish he wouldn't remind you. You can hear Jack breathing heavily as he jerks off for his life. 

Joel's voice is soft and low.  "You're doing so good, sweet pea."  He pounds your g-spot and you dread your orgasm. You try to resist it.

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A guy outside the door says they're loaded up and ready to go.  Joel tells him one truck will have to wait.  

"Takin' you with me," Joel pants as he fucks you. Then he thrusts deep inside you and stays there.  "I'll take care of ya. Won't let anyone touch ya" He rolls his hips into you masterfully, staying mostly inside you, not letting up on that special spot, and you can't hold off any longer. You wince and clench around his cock.  You try not to moan as you ride your waves, but your back arches and the pressure builds in your face from holding your breath. 

"Let it out, baby," Joel says, and you release your moan.  He keeps thrusting into you slowly. As your climax wanes, you think about how Jack barely ever made you come. Not during sex. Not like this. It's terrible of you to think about, but even worse that you're thinking about Jack in past tense. 

Joel's brow furrows.  He breathes heavily.  He pulls out and groans as he comes all over you in a broken trail from your cleavage to your groin. He catches his breath for a moment, then he looks at Jack regretfully.

Jack pleads, "no," and keeps stroking himself. "I'm almost finished," he says. 

Joel closes his pants and holsters Jack's gun in the back of his waistband again. Then Joel puts his own rifle back on. 

"Sorry, buddy. Time's up," Joel tells Jack, then turns to you. "Cover your ears, baby." 

Joel calmly aims the gun at Jack and pulls the trigger without so much as blinking.  You jump and your ears ring.  You're in shock.  You don't look back at Jack's body. 

Joel swings his gun out of the way behind him, squats down, and takes you in his arms.  "It's ok, sweet pea." You collapse into him, sobbing.  "I know, baby, it's okay." He rubs your back. "I got you, baby."  How does any part of you feel safe in these arms after everything he's done? It doesn't make any sense at all.

Joel tells you, "There's some real bad guys out there, sweet pea.  My guys ain't the worst of 'em." You believe him. 

"C'mon, let's get dressed," Joel tells you and starts to help you put your clothes on.  "You want a ride again, or you gonna walk?"

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All Joel: @ethanhoewke @silkiers @eiviea. @evyiione

(A/N): if you like the forced-j/o-to-save-your-life thing, i originally did it in michael makes them watch which has a different set-up and the stranger lives, but at what cost? btw michael is just a buff man in a mask - I never describe his real face/head or made him talk, so in that way he's kind of a blank slate to HC how you want. and slasher smut rarely has detailed warnings so generally assume the worst.

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Watch you watch him f*ck his wife

1.4k words / Javi G x wife!Reader, Nick watches

A/N: In The Unbearable Weight of Massive Talent, as Nick is arriving, he's on the phone talking about the visit, and they speculate if Javi wants to “watch [nick] watch him fuck his wife.” (0:39 in trailer)

SUMMARY: Your husband, Javi G., badly wants to make love while Nicolas Cage watches, and he has his reasons that will be revealed in time.

Warnings: I8+ mdni. P in V sex, breeding, consensual if reluctant cuckish situation. Unedited.

Javi's lips brush against your neck and his arms wrap around you. "Es importante, amorcito," he begs. (it's important, baby). "You won't notice he's there."  Javi doesn't ask for much, but he's nothing if not persistent.  Ever since he had that dream, he needs Nicolas Cage to watch the two of you. Now that Cage himself is finally here, Javi's not going to let it go.  

You turn around because you don't wanna miss Javi's face when you say, "Ok, amor. I love you that much."  Javi’s eyes triple in size and he grabs your head to kiss you. "MUAH, the most beautiful woman in the world. Y el corazón más lindo del mundo." (And the sweetest heart in the world).  His eyes are welling up in tears. You suspect Nick won't agree to this, which makes your heart hurt for Javi, as much as you could do without Nicolas Cage watching you make love.

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A few hours later, you’re on your marital bed in a crotchless teddy and robe. The wall behind the low headboard is a mirror.  You’re ovulating, so you’re extra horny.  Javi planned it this way.  Javi walks in wearing a similar silk robe with Nicolas Cage following behind him fully dressed. 

“It’s really very nice to have you here in our bedroom,” Javi says with bright eyes as he turns to face Cage. “Please,” he motions to a chaise in the corner.  

Nick looks at you and says “Yeah. . . Hi.” Then looks back at Javi without so much as checking you out.  He shifts on his feet, then gesticulates delicately as he tries to reason with Javi.  “Look, Javi, I've been having a blast with you, but this is too much.” 

"Oh, no," Javi looks embarrassed.  "No, no, of course not,” Javi laughs as if Nick thinks it’s a threesome.  “you don’t have to do anything at all... just keep us company." He squeezes Nick's shoulder reassuringly, then asks like a proper host, "Can I get you something to drink?"

Nick sighs and looks around, resigning himself to the situation.  “How 'bout I get it myself.”

“Please, make yourself at home,” Javi says, gesturing toward the drinks. Nick makes his way to the wet bar slowly. “You can get started now,” he groans, trying to buy time without watching the two of you. 

Javi says, “Nonsense," then waits for Nick to be seated.  "This is a special opportunity. We should all embrace it." 

"I'm sure it is," Nick says in deadpan exasperation.  He reluctantly takes a seat on the chaise with a glass of whiskey. 

"My husband has been wanting this for a long time, Mr. Cage. . .I'm afraid our intimate life will remain incomplete without it." 

Nick looks you over and can't help but feel for you.  "Ugh," he sympathizing with your plea.  "Let's get this over with." 

Javi beams that Nick is staying in the room, regardless of his attitude. 

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You're up near the headboard resting on two pillows. Javi kneels onto the bed and you get up on your knees to face him.  He takes off his robe with a boyish glance to Nick, leaving only his silk shorts.   Then he nudges your robe over your shoulders and it pools on the bed behind you. "Don't be nervous, amor," he tells you. "He's so down to earth." 

"Isn't she beautiful, Nick?" Javi asks and glances back to him. 

"Gorgeous," Nick says and you can hear him roll his eyes. Wanting this to be over. That's okay, Javi makes you feel pretty enough for both of them. 

You lie down and Javi looks you in the eyes. He's so happy, and so hungry for you. This is the saving grace of the situation. Javi doesn't know how not to be sensual, even if he tried. He bought you the lingerie just for this occasion.  Three different sets and you modeled each for him.  He thought the black let your natural beauty shine the most. 

Javi straddles you, and his lips brush your neck, then your chest. He slowly massages your breast, then plants his mouth over the lace, looking up at you as your nipple puckers under the damp fabric in his mouth.  "Mmmm, hermosa," he sighs, then lays his pelvis into yours.  A pang of arousal shoots through you at the touch of his ample arousal.

Javi buries his face in your neck, then brings a knee between yours to spread your legs.  He gets between them and covers your mouth with his, then reaches down and nudges his middle finger inside the slit of the lingerie, inhaling sharply at the feel of your slick.  “She’s wet,” Javi announces, making your face heat up as you remember Nick’s in the room.  

Nick doesn’t answer until Javi holds up his fingers and stretches them apart.  “Great, Javi.”

Javi’s nipples harden in excitement at the sound of his name in Nick’s mouth, and this reaction turns you on. Javi pulls his silk shorts beneath his hard cock and your breath hitches at the sight of his commanding wood. Then he gets out of the shorts entirely, putting his ass on full display for Nick.  

Nick doesn’t audibly react. He’s a professional.  He’s probably seen people simulate sex before.  Javi nudges the lace slit open with his middle and index fingers,  then slips the head of his cock inside, meeting your slippery warmth with a moan.  His cock pushes into you, and you can’t help but gasp as his girth parts your walls. He leans down and you lift your head to approach his.  He pulls back then bottoms out, grunting into the side of your cheek.  

“So beautiful,” Javi whispers, then sucks your mouth into his.  He licks into your mouth passionately with his eyes closed as he fucks you slowly.  He breaks the kiss only to pant and grunt. “You feel so good, amor.” He thrusts into you hard and breathes heavily.  He kisses, then nibbles and sucks your neck, then says “She’s so beautiful, Nick,” shaking you back to reality, but you’re still turned on and his cock feels so good inside you. 

“I’m sorry I cannot share her,” Javi says, rising up to look at Nick in the mirror.. “But she is all mine.”  Javi’s eyes rove your chest and neck then return to yours.  Nick sighs. 

Javi thrusts into you slow and steady, then with more power.  It feels special being able to give him this experience.  He’s fucking you in a new way.  More deliberately, more gratefully, and you’re glad you did this because of it.  All your sex is hot, but there’s something about his different energy that really turns you on.  Javi fucks you for several minutes, so tenderly and passionately that it feels like just the two of you.   You feel something building, and Javi feels it too.  He buries himself deep inside you and rocks his hips, prodding your g-spot.  You sigh out loud and feel a chill go through you. 

Javi returns his mouth to your nipples and your hips lift into him.  He releases your tit with a moan and his breathing becomes heavier.  He looks you in the eyes with all the love in the world as he plunges to the hilt and kisses your neck again, making you come undone.  Your face juts toward the ceiling as you moan and your body contracts and releases.  

“Yes, Amor,” Javi says. “Te amo, amorcito,” he whispers, then plunges deep inside you and erupts with a groan.  When Nick catches your eye, he’s definitely watching.  He’s not looking away, but you quickly look away from Nick. When Javi is finished coming, he presses his hand to your lower belly and says, “This is the night. I can feel it, amor,” then kisses you on the lips and a tear falls out of his eye.  

Nick looks away as Javi puts on his shorts.  “So, thank you,” Javi says to Nick.  “This was a very special night for us.” 

Then Nick looks back.  There’s something different about the way Nick is looking at you and Javi.  Something unironic, unamused.  He digs his wrist into his crotch as he looks at his watch and clears his throat.  “That was nice, Javi,” he says, putting on the same reluctant voice.  He’s a good actor. 

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Thank you for reading lol I love you guys. And ty @dark-scape for the gif!

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Hey sorry to bother i adore your work! I was wondering if you could do another creepy Joel where he is watching her through the window but she's hooking up with someone (they could just be kissing whatever you want!) Thank you💗

date next door

1.2k / pervy!Joel x fem!Reader / master

conclusion to part one: window (peeping tom)

Tonight, you brought that guy home just for Joel's sake. You and Joel have a date, he just doesn't know it yet. You’re in the mood now, not because of the guy that just left, but because you know Joel’s been watching, and you know what you're going to do. 

CW: perverted, creepy peeping tom Joel, voyeurism, masturbation, unsafe P in V sex, breeding. previous: I8 +mdni.

Joel has gone full pervert after finding out what a beauty lives across the lawn.   He used a pair of pliers to carefully put a kink in one of the blinds, creating the perfect little viewfinder.  He has a chair set up sideways against the window so his eyes can be as close as possible.  He even dug Tommy's old military binoculars out of a closet.  He's making a mental map of every mark on your body.  He can practically feel your smooth skin under his rough fingertips. He knows what kind of lotion you use and has his own bottle of it right there at the window.

You have company tonight.  A gentleman caller, no less.  When Joel checks to see if you’re home, you’re facing the window and your dare is taking your jacket off your shoulders.  The sight of your jacket coming off turns Joel on.  He rubs his arousal over his pants and waits to see what happens.  You don’t close the window.  Joel settles in and unzips his pants as your date rests the jacket on the back of a chair, then kisses your neck.  Joel can hardly stand seeing the man’s hands on you, but there’s a new development - you’re not wearing a bra. 

Joel imagines what it would be like to stand behind you, the smell of your lotion,  the soft peach fuzz on the nape of your neck prickling with his touch as he wraps his hands around you and ghosts your nipples until they’re fully erect before he cups your breasts.  You sit down on your bed with your date, and you kiss.  Joel’s biased, but he doesn’t think you look comfortable.  He imagines your date getting rough with you.  Joel would be right over to save you.  He would tear the guy off you, deck him in the face, punch him a few more times while he’s down, then put him in the corner and make him watch.  Joel would comfort you, make sure you’re alright, then in the heat of the moment, you’d passionately kiss him, and he’d take you right there in front of that loser. 

Joel’s breath quickens as he strokes himself desperately and watches you kiss this loser, imagining what it’d be like fucking you right there on that bed.  You’d urgently pull down his pants, hungry, desperate for his cock.  You’d try to suck him off but he’d only let you for a few seconds.  With his hand between your legs, he’d be overcome by a need to be inside you ASAP.  Your pussy would be so wet and juicy for him and you’d sigh his name as he ran his fingers through your folds.   

Joel closes his eyes imagining it and when he opens them again, he’s shaken from his filthy thoughts when the man stands up.  You’re making him leave, to Joel's delight.   You disappear from your room, then a car starts and drives away.  Joel patiently waits for you to return to your room alone. Hopefully you'll get undressed, maybe even touch yourself. But you don’t come back. 

Joel’s doorbell does, however, ring. He zips up in a hurry.   

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You want something from Joel, and you're here to take it. When he opens the door, you’re there, no jacket, no bra.  You look him up and down.  You know what he’s been  up to.  You’ve seen the kink in his blinds. You’ve seen the blinds sway when you’re naked.  You’ve seen the light come on when you’re getting dressed and turn off when your light turns off.  And you haven’t done anything about it other than put on a little show and start tracking your cycle more closely. 

You know Joel is hot.  You see him outside, you exchange pleasantries.  So, sometimes, when you're in your room, you bend over with your ass facing the window.  You wear your cutest thongs and boyshorts when you know he’s home. It turns you on knowing he’s watching. 

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Tonight, you brought that guy home just for Joel's sake. You and Joel have a date, he just doesn't know it yet. You’re in the mood now, not because of the guy that just left, but because you know Joel’s been watching, and you know what you're going to do.  Tonight's the night. When Joel answers the door, you glance to his pants, and the tent you see is all the confirmation you need. 

Without a word, you let yourself in.  Joel closes the door behind you and stands there, frozen.  You grab the hard bulge in his tight jeans and bring your face an inch from his.  

“Do it,” you tell him.  Then you softly brush his lips with yours, and he latches on for dear life, both his hands holding your head.  He moans softly as his tongue claims your mouth, and you grab his swollen package which swells harder into your hand.  When he breaks for air, his eyes are darker. 

He reaches under your dress and his hand plunges into your panties.  He sighs “Ohhh, fuck,” as he feels how wet you are. “Fuck, you’re hot,” he breathes, then walks you into the living room and pushes you down on the couch. You make yourself comfortable lengthwise on the couch, face up. He unbuttons his jeans as he gets between your legs.  He pauses to slide your panties off and pockets them for later, just as he imagined the first time. Then hepulls down his jeans and boxers. 

“Jesus Christ you’re even hotter than I thought,” he says.  He marvels at your face, your body, your whole presence overwhelms him with arousal.  

“Do something about it,” you say.  

He takes out his stiff, aching member and your involuntary reaction is,  “Mmmm.”  The sight of it makes you weak with need.  He drags it through your wet folds and sighs.  He closes his eyes like he’s trying not to come instantly.  Then he notches his tip at your entrance and you wrap your legs around him, pulling him into you.  And he plunges to the hilt with a shudder.  You moan and he groans as he begins to slowly fuck you.  His mouth falls open. “Fuck, you feel good,” he whispers, “So fucking good.”  He buries himself inside you gently.  He opens his eyes and looks like he can hardly believe he’s inside you.  

“Harder, Joel.” 

“I ca-”

“I don’t care how fast you come.  You can come right now. Fuck me harder.” 

He hesitates for a moment, then slams into you even harder than you expect.  His face darkens as he begins to pound you.  He grunts and pants and your spine arches.  Your hips buck into his and he leans in close, grinding his pelvis into your clit as he flexes his ass with unfathomable power managing to pound you and rub your clit just right at the same time.  It only takes a minute for you to see stars.  Your mouth forms an O and he covers it with his as you reach your peak. 

You pry your mouth away with a groan and moan his name.  The sound of it makes him explode inside you.  “Fuck,” he whispers and starts to try to pull out, but your legs tighten around him and you lift yourself closer, sinking his cock deeper as his seed spills into you.  “It’s okay,” you tell him, and keep your legs wrapped around him, tilting your hips up so it doesn't seep out.

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Michael makes them watch

1.3k Words, Fem!Reader x Michael x Male Bystander

You're the only one of your friends to escape, and Michael is not giving up on you.  He follows you down the rural dirt road, and you bang on the first house you find, screaming for help.  A stranger lets you in and locks the door behind you, but before he can call for help, Michael  kicks in the door.  He strips the stranger and ties him up.  Michael has his way with you on the floor and makes the guy watch. You survive but Michael takes you with him.

NSFW 18+ Noncon, pursuit, Variety of dark depravity, choosing not to warn in further detail, but it's dark. Read at your own risk.

You bang on the door of the only house around, screaming for help.  It’s a farm, and you pray to god someone is home.  You know Michael is following you. You were the only one to escape and you ran out without your jacket.  The cold is catching up with you now that you stopped running.  You keep knocking and a stranger, a hot farmer to be exact, lets you in and locks the door behind you.  It's warm inside.  The stranger goes to call 911.

Before you know it, Michael  kicks the door in with his huge boot.  You hide in a closet while Michael destroys the stranger's phone, strips him down to his briefs, duct tapes his mouth shut, and ties him to a chair in the dimly lit living room.  

Seconds later, Michael's large arm bursts into the closet, followed by his shoulder and broad chest and his jumpsuit’s tall, erect collar framing his mask.  He grabs you by the hair, then lifts you to your feet.  Michael throws you over his shoulder, carries you to the living room, and dumps you on the floor. The stranger tries to protest, but his cries are muffled by the duct tape.

You start to crawl away and Michael's huge, calloused hands jerk you back against him and you feel the Shape's hard bulge through his jumpsuit where your legs meet your ass.  To your horror, you feel a warm flutter between your legs. 

Michael's forearm on your back holds you down as he yanks your pants and underwear down.  You try to wriggle free and his arm digs further into you.  Feeling the Shape's giant hands on your bare hips, you're turned on. You're  wet and whimper in confusion.  Michael unzips himself and frees his giant, raging hard-on.

The stranger closes his eyes and cries through the duct tape and tries to move the chair and it topples over with the stranger still attached.  Michael, still on his knees, turns and hooks his boots over your ankles, holding you down while he  sets the stranger and chair back upright.  He scoots then holds his knife to the stranger's throat.  He forces the stranger's eyes open and manhandles his jaw to face your direction, making it very clear the stranger must watch.  

Michael turns back toward you and straddles your legs.  Then, you feel his hard length drag against your slit, and a moan escapes your mouth, startling you.  Michael tilts his head at how slick you are. He brings two huge fingers to your seam and drags them forward to your clit and back a few times and then thrusts them inside and you gasp. 

The Shape takes out his fingers and spreads your wetness on the stranger's cock.  Then, Michael picks up his knife and slices the rope off the stranger's hands. You watch Michael force the stranger's cock into his own hand.  The Shape's hands wrap around the stranger's hand and cock and jerk him briefly.  The stranger is hard.  Michael is going to force him to jerk off while he fucks you in front of him. 

Michael's large hands around your hips pull your ass back against his enormous, veiny, rock-hard length.  He drags his rough fingers against your seam again, which is somehow even wetter now.  The swollen head of his cock follows, and you feel it pressing at your entrance.  The stranger isn't stroking himself until Michael shoots him a look, then he hesitantly, dutifully begins to pump himself, still tied to the chair. 

The Shape leans into you and pushes just the tip of his cock inside. You gasp. It's already a stretch.  He forces you further back against him.  The stretch hurts so good as he pulls you back on his monster cock. You can't take the whole shaft, but he buries as much as he can inside you. 

An uncalled for, pleasureful knot grows in your lower abdomen as the Shape begins to pound into you. With each thrust, the feeling builds in your gut.  Michael turns his head to ensure the stranger's obedience. The stranger is crying, but fully erect, and his strokes have become far less hesitant.  Michael continues to pummel you, and your poor little cunt grips around his shaft every time it pulls back, begging him further into you again. 

Without pulling out, Michael looks at the stranger and rotates his wrist as though to look at an imaginary watch.  Suddenly you realize if the stranger finishes before Michael, he might survive.  Maybe you'll survive, too. 

Michael continues to ram himself into you, using your hips to pull your ass against his groin, and you give into the pleasure, angling your hips where it feels best.  You work with him, not against him.  You fuck him and allow your body to feel every bit of the twisted bliss.  Being impaled by the Shape feels otherworldly.  The knot is tightening in your core and your whole body has butterflies. 

Michael firmly grabs your ass cheeks in his huge hands then smacks one of them with a force that's sure to leave a mark. Your breath hitches and the handprint tingles with cold heat.  The next time he thrusts, you see stars.  You clench around him, pulsing on his cock with each wave of your orgasm.  A pleasant release floods your body and your eyelids get heavy.  Michael's large hands run over your ass almost affectionately.  

Michael checks on the stranger and continues to plunge his length into you. Michael huffs and you sense he's going to come soon.   You don't know how you know, but you're certain the stranger's throat will be slit if he doesn't come first. 

Michael smacks your ass again and you feel his monster cock twitch inside you.  The tension is building rapidly in your core again.  The hot stranger pumps himself furiously.  He's crying with tears running down his face.  Michael lets out a muffled grunt and his head faces the ceiling.  The stranger vocalizes into the tape, and you look over just in time to see the hot farmer's thick, white spend shoot into his abs then gurgle into his fist and he sighs in relief. 

Michael's huge, rough hands firmly grip your sides as his hips pound into you at a brutal pace.  You’re on the edge of bliss again and you whimper with the need for release.  The Shape audibly grunts, and at the sound of his muffled pleasure, you begin to uncoil.  As your cunt flutters around his cock, he erupts inside you.  You involuntarily contract around him harder and harder, milking an unfathomable load of hot cum into yourself.   You feel a rush of life that drowns out any shame. 

He doesn't only fill you with his cock or his cum - he fills you with a warm, thick, swirling dark energy that fills every nook and cranny of your being.  It makes you feel whole.  You feel connected to something.  Michael withdraws and his seed trickles down your thigh.  You feel a new emptiness without him inside you.  You wonder if you'll feel empty forever. You've never felt anything like it.   

Michael breathes heavily in his mask, then rips the duct tape off the stranger and lets you get dressed.  The stranger is sobbing.  "What the fuck what the fuck that was so fucked up oh my god." Michael holds his knife to his throat and the stranger swears he's never going to tell a soul.  Michael holds up the stranger's car keys and the stranger says "Yes, yes, take the Bronco, I don't need it, take whatever you want I'll never tell a soul i promise."  Michael nods once.  The stranger looks down at the mess in his lap and adds "I swear I'll never tell.   I could never."  He sobs in shame, apologizes to you, and keeps asking if you're okay.  When he won't shut up, the duct tape comes back.  

As you finish dressing yourself, your body is still humming with pleasure but you're also confused and tired and scared.  You can't forget your friends are dead.  Michael pockets the car keys and grabs some other stuff from the house including a cowboy hat off the wall and a sherpa lined jean jacket, which he hands to you -  Wow, Michael Myers noticed you didn't have a coat?  He leaves the stranger tied up and forces you to your feet.  You ask where you're going.  He doesn't have the patience for your questions. 

The Shape manhandles you into the old Bronco and takes you with him. 

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Michael Makes Corey Watch

900 | NSFW 18+ variety of dark depravity incl. Forced masturbation / cuckolding

Michael Myers x Fem!Reader, Corey Cunningham

Original: Michael Makes Them Watch.

AU where Michael and Corey meet in a different way like if he was a bystander in Michael's game (rules recapped under 'keep reading'). There is so much cucking going on here.

Enjoy & Happy Shaperil!

Michael's Game (Rules):

Watch or you die

Jack off or you die

Come before Michael or you die

You're running from Michael and end up on the Cunningham doorstep.  You're new to the neighborhood and don't know them well. You've seen Corey doing yardwork and couldn't help but notice him, but his mother keeps him locked up.  Their porch light is on, so you bang frantically on the door.  Joan demands to know what you're doing out so late, until she sees Michael trailing behind you.  She lets you in and locks the door, yelling in her northern accent "Corey!!!!" because Ronald isn't home.  

You're not thinking clearly, so you run upstairs to hide.  Michael kicks in the door while you're still on the stairs.  He immediately stabs Joan to death.  You end up in Corey's room and close the door behind you.  Corey is confused. He's sitting up in bed wearing only briefs and just putting his glasses on. He asks you what's going on, then Michael busts in. Michael grabs him by the throat and holds him for a good 30 seconds with Corey choking, grasping at Michael's hand, and getting hard.  Michael drags him down the stairs while you hide in another room.   There's a bunch of commotion downstairs, then Michael stomps back up and finds you.  Michael throws you over his shoulder and brings you down to the dining room where Corey is tied up, duct tape on his mouth. 

Michael slams you face down on the empty dining room table and starts ripping your clothes off.  Corey's trying desperately to get free, but his efforts only push him back from the table so you can see his whole body. He looks good. You didn't realize how bad you wanted to tie him up and ride him until this moment.  You're startled from your fantasies when Corey's eyes widen as he looks behind you, and you feel Michael's cock slap your ass. A pang of pleasure shoots through you.  It's not that you want Michael, but it's natural to get aroused when you fear for your life, and it's also natural to get aroused by the touch of a nice, hard cock.  

Corey won't make eye contact with you.  In fact, he starts averting his gaze entirely.  Michael is none too pleased.  He drags Corey's chair closer.   Then, he takes Corey's already-hard cock out of his briefs. Corey's face turns red and he tries to look away.  Michael grabs his jaw, turning his head toward you. Then he puts Corey's hand around his cock before returning to the head of the table behind you.  

Michael spreads your legs and yanks you to the edge of the table.  His large hand engulfs your dripping wet pussy and gathers your slick.  He reaches over and spreads it on Corey's cock before returning to you.   

Corey is hesitant to jerk off at first but Michael puts his knife to his throat and makes it very clear Corey must watch and must get off.  

"It's okay," you mouth to Corey.

He still hesitates.  

"Fucking do it," you say. "Please " you mouth.  

Michael's hands around your thighs send a chill down your spine, then you feel the round dagger of his cockhead nudge your warm, wet hole.    

Corey timidly strokes himself. You take a deep breath and pretend it's Corey who's about to ram  into you.  You watch Corey with his thick cock in his massive hand using your juices as lube and it turns you on. Thank God. Because you need to be as wet as humanly possible to take what's coming. 

Michael plunges his unholy length into you.  You groan as he parts your insides.  You watch Corey's mouth fall open and his strong chest fill with air as he strokes himself.  His brow furrows and his lip quivers.  

Michael pummels you unforgivingly, yanking your thighs back like a wheelbarrow as he looms over the dining room table and your body sticks to the tablecloth, sliding back toward him with each brutal thrust.   A traitorous tension coils deep inside you as you pretend you’re getting railed by Corey. 

You want to see Corey come.  You let yourself moan.  You push yourself up on your forearms so Corey can see your breasts.  Michael spanks you so hard your asscheek goes numb.

Corey watches Michael fuck you.  He strokes himself at full-strength, sweating, grunting into the duct tape, wild curls bouncing in his face, tears running down his pink cheeks.  He looks so hot like that.  

Michael’s hands engulf your torso and feel surprisingly nice on your breasts.  He grunts, then Corey groans into the duct tape and you begin to unravel as you watch his hips lift and cum spills out of his fist.  You gasp and moan as the pressure within you springs free.  It squeezes and releases your whole body in waves and you clench down on Michael’s cock, milking him of an unfathomable load. 

Michael comes inside you until you’re overflowing with his seed, then leaves you there. Ronald is pulling into the driveway and Michael kills him on his way out.   

Corey keeps crying and apologizing.   He seems more upset about what Michael did to you than what Michael did to his mother.  You take the duct tape off Corey but think about leaving him tied up. Maybe you'll come back later, maybe not. Maybe you'll have some fun while you're at it.  

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i miss when you used to write mostly for michael 😭 

Aww 🥺 I'm sorry boo 💕. I have to say it's kind of addictive having a blorbo that speaks lol. I could never bear the thought of making Michael Myers talk.

But here's an unconventional, possibly blasphemous scenario for you. Scream 6 got me thinking about what Michael would look like with a big gun. I think it would be hot, even if he didn't shoot it.

500 / Michael Myers x GN reader / canon typical explicit violence, brief noncon. @wolvesandvampires @rebel-blue @ethanhoewke

It's the Prevo auto yard blood bath.  Michael shows up to take his mask back from Corey before the action really gets started.  He forces Corey to his knees and yanks the mask off his head, pulling his hair in the process which only turns Corey on, making him beg to suck Michael's dick.  Michael can't be bothered, though.  Michael puts his mask back on, leaves Corey on his knees, and goes to the Prevo office.  

Meanwhile, you and the band kids are waiting on Terry to get back with help.  Terry and Ronald walk out of the office, each of them holding shotguns.  Michael disarms Terry first, knocks him out with it, then calmly, expertly aims the shotgun at Ronald and fires a warning shot near Ronald's head.  Ronald fires back, sounding Michael in the shoulder, but Michael is unphased.  Before Ronald can reload, Michael grabs his gun as well.  Michael is so imposing and dangerous that Ronald doesn't even try to fight back.  Michael hits Ronald in the throat with the butt of the shotgun and while Ronald is choking, Michael hits him again, crushing Ronald's windpipe. 

Now Michael has two shotguns, one over each shoulder, a finger on each trigger, and when he comes into view he's even huger than people say. Tall asf, plough horse shoulders, biceps like tree trunks. Tight jumpsuit, huge bulge. Your friends run but you stand by the tow truck frozen. He discards one of the guns and slowly walks toward you holding the other long gun.  You cower onto the ground. 

Michael points the gun at you and keeps it aimed at you as he walks by, as though to say "stay put." Then he effortlessly catches up with your friends who are fruitlessly trying to climb the fence.  He throws the gun over the fence then easily  pries your friends off the fence at the same time like a couple of kittens, one in each massive hand. Throws one to the ground while he holds up the otherx takes out his knife and slits their throat. After finishing them both off, Michael returns to you, the blood of your friends dripping off the knife as he slowly approaches.  You're still huddled on the ground against the tow truck.

Michael grabs your shirt and pulls you up to your feet by it.  He doesn't let go of your shirt once you're standing. He holds it taut and uses his other hand to slice it open with his knife. 

Then he uses the point of the knife to pop the button off your jeans.  You're so turned on you move to help take your jeans down but Michael huffs and pins your arms above your head. Fortunately you're aroused by the time he pulls your jeans down, unzips himself and shoves his monster cock into you.  He holds both your wrists up against the truck in one massive hand as he rails you. With his armpit in your face you inhale him the whole time, a scent you'll never forget.  Corey is watching and listening, jacking off out of view.

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